Publisher: The Religious Tract Society (London 1890) – Reviewed by Dr Noel Wallis.
I was browsing one of my ‘ancient’ library books and came across this piece of Dickensian history in London Pictures: drawn with Pen and Pencil by the Rev Richard Lovett M.A. pages 222-223.
“To trace the London homes and haunts of Charles Dickens would require a volume. It was, as already noted, in Furnival’s Inn that Pickwick Papers was written, and there also he makes John Westlock, the lover of Ruth Pinch, reside. No.1 Devonshire Terrace, Regent’s Park, was his home from 1839 to 1851, and here he wrote the most famous of his stories, notably The Old Curiosity Shop, A Christmas Carol, The Chimes, and David Copperfield. Here also died Grip, Barnaby Rudge’s raven. In 1851 Dickens moved to Tavistock House, Tavistock Square, and here he wrote Bleak House, Little Dorrit, a story that embalms some of his own early troubles, Hard Times and A Tale of Two Cities. Mr. Tulkinghorn’s house in Bleak House, was that of Dickens’ friend and biographer, Mr. Forster, and can still be seen as No. 58 Lincoln’s Inn Fields. In 1860 he went to Gad’s Hill, and thenceforward his only London home was at the office of All the Year Round, No.26 Wellington Street, Strand. He began life under miserable conditions, his youth and early manhood were clouded, but by his native force, and by his marvellous power of delineation, he gained a lasting affection from multitudes of his own day, as he probably will from generations yet to come. When, in 1870, he passed away, the power of public feeling demanded for him a last resting-place in the great Abbey where so many of the men who have mightily swayed English life by the pen rest from their labours. ‘Close under the bust of Thackeray’, writes Stanley, in his ‘Memorials of Westminster Abbey’, ‘lies Charles Dickens, not, it may be, his equal in humour, but more than his equal in his hold over the popular mind, as was shown in the intense and general interest manifested at his grave. For days the spot was visited by thousands; many were the flowers strewn upon it by unknown hands; many were were the tears shed by the poorer visitors.”